Pat's Ponderings

So the other night I woke up with this thought in my head.

"The FDA approved the use of pig lips on human bodies."

Huh.

I didn't know if it was just a random thought or left over from a dream.

It got me wondering.

Do pigs even have lips?

I Googled it.

Why, yes, yes they do.

Huh.

This is what I learned. Not only do pigs have lips, but people EAT them.

You heard me.

Of course, they pickle them first. Is this something my friend Gail, At The Farm, does?

I wonder.

photo credit: dixijet

One recipe called for "taking a small bag of potato chips, and without opening it up, crushing the contents. Then open the bag, drop in a lip, close it up and shake it well to coat the lip with the chips. Open the bag, take a bite...and enjoy." (recipe from the photographer above)

*I just threw up in my  mouth a little*

I also realized that, duh, of COURSE pigs have lips! How could you "put lipstick on a pig" otherwise?

According to Wikipedia, "putting lipstick on a pig"  is a rhetorical expression, used to convey the message that making superficial or cosmetic changes is a futile attempt to disguise the true nature of a product.

(Remember Presidential hopeful Senator Obama and his comment about McCain/Palin?)

But truthfully, I don't think my "pig lips" thought was really all that deep.

I was probably just having a hankering for a DIFFERENT part of the pig.

His ribs.

More Ponderings by Pat

Do you really think this is going to take off?

Sounds kinky to me. Just saying........

Speaking of kinky, the other day while searching for something on the internet (I truly forgot what I was looking for after this happened), I received the infamous "404 not found" message.

Only the message came along with this photo.

What the?

And NO, I was NOT searching a porn site!

Here's another message I received. Click to enlarge.

I like how it says, "That's all we know." In other words, Too bad, so sad.

Apparently, before driving off in our truck, we have to check our windshield.  It seems to be the place for critters to hang out. Check these out.

This is a little birdie clinging to the wipers.



You've heard of "Snakes on the Plane"? How about "Snake on a Windshield"?



The Windshield - Not just for bugs anymore!

Pat's Ponderings

To recap from yesterday's post......just about EVERYBODY saw the gorilla on the shirt. And EVERYBODY saw the cat....once I mentioned it.

So I guess only I have the "I-can't-see-the-gorilla-in-the-T-shirt" problem.

Huh.

Two people found the man in the coffee beans. For the rest of you, here he is:

Here's the photo again without him circled.

Doesn't he JUMP RIGHT OUT OF THE PHOTO now that you know where he is?

Does anybody know what the heck this thing is?

That is a flexible tubing that I think might be protecting some kind of a pipe. We were behind this truck for a couple of blocks on Sunday. I asked Jim what he thought this was .....and he was STUMPED.

Now that doesn't happen every day, folks. Jim knows just about everything. (Don't tell him that I said that, puleez!)

I told Jim to pull up alongside the truck and ask the guys what it was on the back of their truck, so Jim did as he was told. But as soon as we pulled alongside, the light turned green, so we'll NEVER know, unless one of you can enlighten us.

By the way, when I came home I wrote on the calendar "Jim was stumped today". Like I said, doesn't happen very often around here. Me? It's a daily occurrence.

Being that we always seem to be in Big Blue

traveling on the road somewhere, we have satellite radio. Yeah, yeah, I know there's some of you out there that think it's ridiculous to pay for radio. Well, when you travel as much as we do, it's nice to listen to the radio that a) has NO COMMERCIALS and b) has radio stations that I am familiar with instead of constantly flipping the dial trying to tune in a channel as we drive from town to town. I like the variety satellite offers. For instance, if one day I want to listen strictly to Elvis, I just push a button. Or, if Elvis has left the building, or my mood has changed to, let's say, Bruce Springsteen, there's a channel for THAT. There's 60's, 70's, 80's, etc. You get my drift. This is sounding like a commercial for satellite radio. That wasn't my intent.

I could have just cut to the chase and started my story with how I had the 60's channel on the other day. And on came the weirdest song I have ever heard, sung by Tommy James and the Shondells. In fact, I have NEVER heard this song before. It's called, "Jam Up and Jelly Tight".

Here are the words:

JAM UP AND JELLY TIGHT

Jam up and jelly tight
My, my, my baby
Now you're outta sight
Jam up and jelly tight
You look a little naughty
But you're so polite
Jam up and jelly tight
You won't say you will but
There's a chance that you might

I said the first day I met you
Someday I'm gonna pet you
Now you're here and baby I love it
So come on and give me some lovin
Jam up and jelly tight
Jam up and jelly tight

You've got a sweet disposition
So come on and give me permission
For one kiss and maybe another
You'll see we were meant for each other
Jam up and jelly tight
Jam up and jelly tight

Here it is sung by Tommy Roe.

Supposedly Tommy Roe said that "Jam up and jelly tight" was something his dad said when things were going well.

Other people think this song has a sexual undertone. Even to the point that "jam up and jelly tight" has to do with diaphragms an spermicide/sex.

What do YOU think?

You know how they say that you should never go grocery shopping when you are hungry?

There's a reason for that.

The other day Jim and I stopped at the grocery store after doing our laundry. We hadn't eaten lunch yet, and it was about 2:00 in the afternoon.

This was not good.

I was ravenous.

In fact, my stomach was growling so loud it's a wonder that people didn't think that a lion had escaped and was running through the store.

This little bag of heaven beckoned to me from the shelf.

Made in Italy.

Have you ever known anything made in Italy to taste bad?

Exactly.

These delightful little bite-size morsels had a smear of hazelnut between each layer of wafer.

A little bit of heaven in each bite.

To.Die.For.

And if you look closely at the bag it says: Hazelnut - Noisette

I don't believe the word "Noisette" really means "Hazelnut".

It means the noise you make when you eat these tiny tasteful tidbits.

The moaning. The smacking of the lips. The licking of the fingers.

And that myth about not shopping when you are hungry? It's true.

Jim and I ripped into that bag of heaven right in the parking lot and we just about finished it by the time we got home. The only reason there were ANY left was because I forced the bag out of Jim's hand and said, "I HAVE to save some for photos for THE BLOG!"

Jim growled at me like a dog with a bone in his mouth.

He got over it. I threw him the leftover cookies today.

I found out why I'm FAT!

I read the back of my shampoo bottle.......

How the heck do I keep it off of the rest of my body? Just wondering....